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Skin

This is another short poem I made a few months back. It was inspired by an intriguing conversation with a friend who had trouble getting intimate and how she tried so hard to explore her sexual side.

Skin
By: Anita Marie

I don’t know how to touch myself
My very being, smooth, soft, but scarred within
I don’t know how to keep them at bay
Should I bend or move my hips this way?

It’s confusing at most yet primal at least
A thermodynamic way to calm the beast
Heat, so much heat
And a great deal of pleasure
Coming in like waves
Hitting me with a rush of desire I cannot conquer unless I wander

A danger. A risk. An excitement
Dancing shadows in the heat of the moment.
Intoxicated with a heightened sensation
Getting the hang of a rhythmic motion

An art no painter can repaint
A song no musicians can remake
A passion no other alchemist can recreate
And a love no one can replicate

It has been called many things
Natural, most often
But it can change everything
Sometimes, all at once in a moment

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